We can make music tonight. We'll show him why he's wrong and why we're right. You know beauty, you know it better than anyone. Don't let a blind man tell you how to see.

No response. Beautiful. After a long few moments of groaning and what sounded like Angel yelling 'fuck off', Spike swiftly moved from the door and scribbled a note to put on the fridge just in case, heading out and stealing Angel's car keys as he went. Eh, not like he had any other form of transport, they all sort of shared the car and hell, he was the one that paid for it, taxed it and insured it.